I did make John kinda dense didn't I. But then I think it works at times.And just to clear out some ideas, Rodney knows that that James is John's son and he is perfectly fine with that. He also knows that Elizabethand John share something very special.And as for Elizabeth leaving Rodney and going back to John, I didn't really say anything about that (I'm personally a fan of ShepWeir as well, but this point in the story its going to remain McWeir (sorry kiddies, author feels this is a right move.)).So things are being wrapped up and now this is the last part of the story. Hope you have enjoyed it. I wanted to give you a couple more days to deal with the happens of last chapter but I figure i have unlimited internet access right now and I will probably be busy for the next of couple of days. Any rambling aside, enjoy

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Elizabeth walked into the quarters that John had chosen for himself. She hadn't talked to John in a month. He had been busy with physical therapy and getting use to being around people again. When she walked into the quarters, she noticed that John was standing on the balcony that was in the room. She smiled at this sight, memories rushing back to her.

"Hey, John."

"Hi, Liz. How are things going?" John asked brightly.

"Things are going good, just brokered a trade route with the Clairians. Not else has been happening."

"That sounds dull," John said slowly turning around. Elizabeth noticed that he had grabbed the cane that was nearby. He started to walk towards her. He was limping a little when he walked. "Doc said that my legs may never be the same but at least I have movement in them. That is always a good thing."

"Yeah, it is. I have been noticing that you have been talking to my son a lot lately."

"Yeah, he is a good kid. He is a bright kid and I enjoy his company."

"Yeah, he is a good and bright kid. That he is."

"I was talking to him about a month ago and he said something about Rodney not being his real father. I was just wondering who the real father is?" John asked.

"You really want to know don't you?"

John nodded.

"Well, this might be a little difficult to explain to you but it has to come out eventually doesn't it? Well, you see James's biological father is you. You're the father, John."

"Me? I'm the father? How could that happen? He is only 14 years old," John asked shock, sitting down at the chair.

"Well, he is going to be 15 next month, so you can do the math. You were in a coma for about 15 and a half years. He's yours."

"How?"

"I was about 1 month pregnant when the accident happened. As for how, you should how a baby is made."

"So that is why you were sick the morning I left."

"Yes, that was why. Hey, at least he has your eyes."

"So I noticed. I am guessing by talking with him that he doesn't know that I am his biological father."

"No, he doesn't but I just figured when I could tell him. Until that time, could you justplease actjust like nothing has changed between you two, alright?"

"Alright, I think I could do that for now. Now what is your little plan?"

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James's birthday party was going to be held in a couple of hours and everything was almost set for the party. It was just going to be a small party with family and friends. James knew something was going to happen during the party. He had overheard his mom and Rodney speaking to each other when they had thought he was sleeping. He had overheard his mom saying something about being a big surprise for James. Now ever since that moment James's mind had gone into overdrive and wouldn't come off the subject of the big surprise. On part of him told him that whatever the surprise was let it remain a surprise. But the other part of him wanted to know what the surprise was. These two parts of him did battle for a couple of hours before one side won. He would let it remain a surprise for now.

The couple of hours had soon past and it was time for the party to begin. Everybody was there including one of his best friends, Tagon Dex, who had came along with his parents and younger sister. Everybody was having a ball and soon it was time for the lunch. James looked around the table and saw that his mom and dad were looking at him with big smiles on their faces. He then shifted his gaze passed his parents a little bit to John Sheppard. This man, who had just recently woken up from a coma, had become like a mentor to him, almost like a second father. James recently came to a decision about whoever his father was, he didn't really care who he was. Nobody could beat all the role models he had in his life right now.

With those thoughts in his head, James stood up to make the birthday toast.

"Hey, first off, thanks for coming and celebrating this wonderful day with me. It isn't every year that a person celebrates his 15th birthday. I would like to thank you for everything that you have given me over the years in my life, be your friendship or words of wisdom that have came in handy from time to time. For those things, thank you. Now lets eat before this food gets cold."

With that word, everybody started to eat. After the meal, some of the people had left to do their duties on Atlantis but most had stayed awhile longer before congratulating the birthday boy and making their way out of the party. Soon there was only some family friends left. James noticed that his mom coming up to him.

"Hey, James, I have something to tell you."

"Yes."

"I believe that you are mature enough for this and that you deserve to know the truth about who your real father is," his mom replied.

"Yes, mom. Who is my real father?" James asked.

"Your real father is me," a male voice sounded behind James. James turned around to see John Sheppard standing there. "Sorry, kid."

"You are my biological father?"

John nodded. "Sorry for being a disappointment. I'll promise to try to make it up to you"

"I'm not sorry. And you don't have to make up anything to me. Just being here is enough for me."

THE END

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Ahhh, wasn't that a pretty ending. Hey, what can I say (besides that denseness runs in the family)? Hoped you like my little story.